counteract imposter syndrome
with delusions of grandeur
battle bouts of depression
with moments of absolute elation
fight against the tyranny of a fascist oligarchy
with anarchical acts of neighborly compassion
if your ‘natural state’ is one strong thing
make sure to balance it with
a little bit of its opposite
[if you can’t make yourself mellow,
at least average it out to
even-keel-ness]
nothing like reading
other people’s poems
to make me feel like
a fraud
a fake poet made out of
three tiny actors
in a trenchcoat
a fake poet made of
a whole slew of fake mustaches
attached to fake noses
and prescriptionless plastic glasses
a fake poet made of
a whole buncha prose
lined up
in shorter
stanzas
a fake poet made out of
experiences
pondered
[but maybe
that’s all a
poet needs to be]
do you ever find
imposter syndrome
just from living
from being
alive
?
[i do]
kipventures 